I put a decent amount of effort into this haha. Hope someone enjoys it! I don't write fiction much :/

Michelle Rodriguez

Alexa Vega

Michelle, armed with two pistols and a sawed-off shotgun, clad in her revealing leather "She" outfit that fit tightly around her muscular but womanly figure, walked into the dusty, scorched dirt field. A lone tumbleweed blew across her line of sight, hardly deviating her eyes from her approaching opponent: Alexa Vega, wearing her bikini top and chaps from the second film and clutching a suppressed Uzi machine gun, throwing knives in her belt loops, her bronze body glistening. She was so toned, light reflected in a small glint off her hipbones. The look in her eyes was one of fierce determination, Michelle observed, her hands at her side. This was a fight to the death, and they both knew it: only one woman would go on to star alongside Danny Trejo in the third Machete film. Director Robert Rodriguez had organized this duel to determine who that would be.
The judge of the deathmatch, wearing a referee-striped bikini, Jessica Alba, watched her co-stars walk towards the fight zone. She briefly surveyed the battlefield: some large rocks, thick, tall cactuses, a small pond...but hardly any reprieve from the hot New Mexico sun that was beating down on the combatants, leaving their beautiful Latina bodies lightly sprinkled with sweat beads.
Michelle and Alexa stood about 50 feet apart now. Jessica Alba was far out of range, using binoculars to view the action and a megaphone to communicate. The beginning of the round was to be a shootout, on Alba's mark weapons were to be drawn and the first shots could be commenced. Both contestants were gunning for an early victory, figuratively and literally.
The ladies stood almost motionless, legs spread slightly apart, hands at the ready to raise their weapon.
"You're done, Alexa," Michelle grinned. "You should have quit after Spy Kids, before you grew those nice tits that go you this job in the first place, no-talent puta."
"Get ready to eat those words, and a bullet too," Alexa replied through gritted teeth. "I'll finish your slutty ass here, chinga."
Without a moments notice, Jessica shouted through the megaphone "DRAW!!!!" Both contestants were jolted into action, fumbling their guns. Michelle pulled out both pistols and fired at Alexa while running for cover. Her lithe body dove sideways through the air behind a rock as Alexa's machine gun rounds followed her the whole way. Alexa also managed to find cover unscathed behind a large sand dune.
Both breathing heavily, the ladies checked their clips to make sure they still had some lead life left in them and formulated their next move. Alexa took the initiative, standing up and spraying some rounds towards the rock Michelle was hiding behind. Michelle pressed her back to the rock, waited a few seconds after the last shot, and returned fire with a pistol. Alexa reloaded and got on top of the dune, her flat midriff burning a bit on the scorching sand, both hands holding her Uzi. Michelle poked her head out, pistol at the ready, only to have it shot out of her hand by a deft shot from Alexa. The barrel split in two and the gun was no longer usable! Michelle decided to go for broke; she pulled out the double-barrel shotty from her thigh-holster ran out of cover firing both rounds at Alexa's position. Alexa gasped as she put her head down, buckshot spraying her position and giving Michelle time to run behind another rock outcropping, reloading and holstering her shotgun as she did.
Alexa shouted "Fuck!" as she backed off and scanned for her enemy's current location. Thanks to the position of the sun, she could see Rodriguez's shadow extended away from her hiding spot. Alexa crouched, her tight buns and thighs clad in chaps doing all the work as she snuck over to Michelle's position using thick cactuses as cover.
Michelle's breasts heaved with her chest as she struggled to regain composure after her daring run.
She was breathing so hard in fact, she couldn't hear her approaching hunter. Alexa, hugging the cactuses that were by the small, shallow pond, was getting closer and closer to rounding the rock that protected Michelle. The desert wind began to pick up, a considerable amount of sand getting kicked up and obscuring vision for both Latinas. Some blew into Alexa's face, causing her to cough an a tactically-inopportune time, mere feet away from getting in line of sight to end her opponent. *COUGH, COUGH*! Michelle grew wide-eyed and reached her gun around the corner, blind firing, blasting holes in cactuses and forcing Alexa to run the other way around the rock.
The sandstorm was growing more intense as Alexa's tanned arm raised her Uzi and held down the trigger, sending dozens of shots towards her target as she strafed around the rock about 20 feet away. Michelle dashed around the rock as she heard the final bullet clink as it left Alexa's gun, standing up to return fire. A shocked Alexa saw the barrel aimed at her and thought it was all over, but the sandstorm has gotten debris in her enemy's pistol chamber and jammed it! *click, click* the action stuttered, as a bewildered Michelle cast it aside. Alexa realized she had no time to reload and grabbed a knive, sending it flying towards her enemy. *SHUNK!*, it was quite a throw as the knife found its target's thigh, piercing Michelle's thigh and ripping open her tightly-stretched leather pants, buried about 2 inches in. Michelle grimaced in pain as she pulled out the flesh-wound-inducing weapon and limped towards the cactuses and pond. Alexa readied another knife and pursued her target, sizable boobs jiggling wildly in her top. Michelle turned around to face her charging enemy right as she threw another blade. Michelle kicked it out of the air with astounding precision, showing off her glutes and toned leg as she did so. The side effect of this action was that her shotgun flew out of her holster and slid into the water, putting it out of reach. Alexa's charge didn't let up and she barreled into Michelle, slamming an elbow into her rock-hard abs and eliciting an "OOF" from the pretty Chicana. Michelle replied with a punch that smashed into Alexa's face and dizzied her, causing her to let her guard down. Michelle took advantage of this lapse in defense and picked her smaller opponent up by the neck and slammed her by her back into a spiny giant cactus.
"AUUUUGGGHHHH!", Alexa shouted in pain as the curvature of her back, ass and muscled legs were pierced by dozens of brutal red-hot prickles. She dropped a bit, her back still to the cactus, leaning back against it while Michelle pounded her young, voluptuous bod with punches to the breasts, stomach, and a powerhouse knee bash to her barely covered pussy.
"Ugh..." Alexa moaned as Michelle stopped for a moment to clutch her hurt leg. Although injured, Vega couldn't let this moment go to waste: she pulled out a knife and swung it vertically down on Michelle, who bent backwards just enough that the edge only cut her bra strap, exposing her tits to her sister in combat.
Alexa chuckled, spitting out some blood from her mouth and pulling herself off the cactus while sending a kick to Michelle's naked rack. *POW!* Michelle was knocked back near the edge of the pool, laying there flat, teeth gritted, trying to get up. Alexa took a knife and hopped onto Michelle, attempting to stab her in the bare chest and end her for good. Michelle slapped the blade from her hand but couldn't defend herself from the tight leglock Vega was using to straddle her. The smell of cowhide chaps and sweat filled her nostrils as Alexa held her down with her strong little legs and bloodied her face with punch after punch, culminating in a double-fisted haymaker. *THWACK* went the blow to Rodriguez's lovely face, knocked spit and blood from her delicate mouth. The force made her eyes roll back up into her head.
Alexa laughed as she stood up, having bested in a test of raw physicality her older, taller enemy. She stomped on Michelle's groin for good measure and pulled her last knife from her belt, going down to slit her throat.
But Michelle had other plans, she rolled deftly out of the way, although still reeling from the last hit, and picked up the knife she had disarmed. She flailed it through the air and cut a shallow diagonal swath that shredded Vega's bra, letting free her well-endowed breasts much to her bewilderment. Her perky tits now had a light wound across them. She looked up just in time to see Michelle lining up a massive uppercut that clocked her chin and sent her a few inches into the air, sending saliva flying upwards. The hit was expert; Alexa was almost incapacitated and on the verge of blacking out.
Michelle picked up the barely-conscious Vega and dropped her bare backed-body onto her knee, forcing her to cry out in agony. Michelle used her size advantage again and threw her limp form several feet, towards the bank of the small body of water. Alexa, lay there, topless, chest-heaving, battered body twitching, in no position to fight back. Michelle limped, nursing her wounds, into the pond, splashing around, trolling the water for her shotgun. She hoped it would still fire wet. She finally found it at the center, deepest section of the pond and emerged, her sexy body dripping wet, clutching her weapon.
Poor, young Alexa, coughing up blood, and beginning to bruise, didn't see it coming. Michelle grabbed a tuft of her messy hair, pulled her to her feet, and looked over in Jessica's direction. The stand-in ref nervously bit her lower lip and nodded.
Michelle surveyed Alexa's beaten virile figure, her pretty-til-the-very-end face, and cocked both barrels and pulled Alexa Vega's head towards her mouth, and whispered:
"You're finished, little puta. Lo siento. If this were any other situation, I would have taken a strap-on to your fine little panoche and made you my bitch. But this will have to do. Adios, chica."
*BOOM*
Michelle Rodriguez emptied both barrels and decimated Alexa Vega's head, reducing it to shards of skull and brains. Her sexy body went completely limp and crumpled to the ground, bloodied and worthless. Michelle raised her fist in the air and yelled in victory, spitting on her dead enemy as she went to go find something to cover her naked tits.
"MICHELLE WINS THE PART IN MACHETE KILLS AGAIN!", announced Judge Jessica, as she gave Michelle a congratulatory kiss on the lips.

A fine effort, catfightforums! In the future I'd recommend that you watch your run-on sentences and space your sections/paragraphs apart (just makes it easier to read in this forum setting).

I like that the combat had some variety to it, starting with weapons before moving to hand-to-hand action. Ryona stories (including my own) can often be too focused on one thing. There were lots of nice details too. I loved the premise of the director setting up the duel to the death to star in his movie. It was kind of like something that would happen in an actual Robert Rodriguez movie! META! But yeah, it was a funny start, which I enjoyed because ryona doesn't have to be "serious business" all the time. The bloody end wasn't necessarily my cup of tea, but that's more of a personal preference.